For the ladies

The flames from the fire in the hearth shot shadows across the dark, warm room. They reflected an orangey glow across the bed where you lay, cuddled up in a pure white down mattress and duvet. The smell of lavender mixed beautifully with the natural

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Pierre

I blew out the candle. It was pitch dark as I tied the pure white, soft silk scarf around your head, covering your eyes. I led you to the bed and you lay down on your stomach. We did not speak. I turned up the Neil Diamond CD. Y